Qingmiao Palace, Tingquan Small House.
Zhu Nanzhi, who had taken a short nap in the afternoon, got up and came to the courtyard to continue sewing the clothes that were not yet finished.
The gentle breeze blew, and she in a simple white dress looked like a poetic painting.
The scene of her gently biting the thread was caught by Xiao Yinruo, who stopped in her tracks.
How many clothes has Nanzhi made for that child Jin’an since she returned?
Xiao Yinruo thought silently, knowing well that Nanzhi was competing with her friend Wanyu.
When it came to matters concerning Jin’an, Nanzhi’s desire to compete was intense.
But she couldn’t just say, "Don’t delay your cultivation."
Because Nanzhi’s cultivation was steadily advancing every day.
Like the bloodline of a demon beast, even sleeping could enhance her power.
Xiao Yinruo was not envious, just found it strange.
She had never heard of such an absurd Forget Love Path before.
The Human Clan was called the Spirit of All Things not because of their inherent affinity with spiritual power but because they reached the forefront of the Hundred Clans with ’nothing.’
Unable to wield spiritual power?
Then create a cultivation technique!
Struggling to survive among the Hundred Clans?
Then use wisdom to survive in the cracks.
Such things gave the Human Clan the reputation as the Spirit of All Things.
But this did not mean they could easily ascend realms like demon beasts, because the foundation for Human Clan cultivators was cultivation techniques.
The "Supreme Forget Love Immortal Technique" was indeed one of the top Immortal Laws of the Human Clan, but it wasn’t an Immortal Law that could enhance realms just by practicing.
Nanzhi’s ’cultivation method,’ which involved thinking about Jin’an to enhance her cultivation...Xiao Yinruo really could not find anything similar in the records of Qingmiao Palace.
In the past, others had also entered the path through love, so why could Nanzhi walk the ’Forget Love Path’ so smoothly?
Xiao Yinruo had lost count of how many times she had this doubt, but she wouldn’t dwell on it as long as Nanzhi’s cultivation was not problematic.
She resumed walking: "Nanzhi."
Zhu Nanzhi looked up, placed the clothes on a chair beside her, and quickly stood up to bow: "Master."
While bowing, she stealthily glanced at her master’s face.
Hmm, her master’s demure face lacked any inadvertent trace of affection, indicating that there had been no ’empathy’ last night or this morning.
In fact, there hadn’t been any ’empathy’ for almost half a month.
Zhu Nanzhi silently breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her current state of mind was somewhat peculiar—treating her master as a tool to gauge whether her husband had a bridal chamber with Qingyue.
She even planned to quietly note the count and make up the lost days next time she saw her husband.
Xiao Yinruo naturally did not know what her good disciple was thinking, she merely handed over an envelope while recalling an earlier ’empathy’ moment with Mu Qingyue.
’Empathy’ aside, she had thought that the two children, Jin’an and Qingyue, would continue for several more days, but suddenly they stopped having a bridal chamber.
She had gone to bed early that night, waiting anxiously in suspense...
Xiao Yinruo quickly dispelled those thoughts, her gaze slightly complex. The night she didn’t sense any ’empathy’ from Qingyue, she had indeed sighed with relief.
But why did she feel the need to question, "Why not tonight?"
Surely ’not having’ was a good thing.
With her eyes lowered slightly, Xiao Yinruo softly said, "A letter from Wandao Sect."
Zhu Nanzhi’s azure eyes immediately lit up, eagerly approaching Xiao Yinruo to take the envelope: "Is it from my husband?"
Xiao Yinruo pushed aside irrelevant thoughts, smiling slightly: "It says ’Personal for Saintess Zhu,’ so it shouldn’t be from him."
"Maybe my husband is teasing me~" Zhu Nanzhi hummed as she opened the envelope, but her delighted expression gradually vanished.
"What?" Xiao Yinruo, seeing her expression change, quickly asked: "Who wrote it?"
"I don’t know." Zhu Nanzhi’s slender fingers crumpled the letter, a hint of gloom between her brows: "Master, I am going to Wandao Sect...to settle accounts with Mu Qingyue!" Google seaʀᴄh N()velFire.net
Xiao Yinruo was taken aback. Aren’t these two kids on good terms now? How can one letter cause such a split?
She couldn’t help but ask: "A letter from Qingyue?"
Zhu Nanzhi sneered: "She wouldn’t dare write to me after doing such a thing?"
With those words, she suddenly handed the letter to Xiao Yinruo: "She’s quite the pretender!"
Xiao Yinruo glanced at the letter, her expression changing slightly—Qingyue was treating Jin’an like a little dog???
Looking at the contents of the letter, another thought crossed Xiao Yinruo’s mind: So after that night Jin’an and Qingyue didn’t continue having a bridal chamber because Qingyue was training Jin’an’s ’obedience’?!
Did Wanyu not know about this?
How could she possibly agree to such a thing?!
Or was this nominal mother and daughter enjoying it?
Yes...Wanyu belonged to the Demon Clan, and with the nature of demons, they might indeed find such a thing amusing.
After all, demon beasts often enjoy playing with their ’prey’ before devouring it.
Xiao Yinruo’s fingers tightened slightly around the letter, her expression darkening a bit: "Master will go with you."
If Wanyu is involved, Nanzhi alone cannot handle it.
Pear Wanyu’s strength, though at the level of a Demon Emperor, could almost run amok within the Human Clan if she unleashed her full power.
The Black Phoenix, once the royal family among the Phoenix Clan.
Zhu Nanzhi observed her master’s expression, unsure whether her master was going to Wandao Sect to support her disciple or had other considerations?